We have been in Thailand for roughly 3 weeks, and this morning as we rode the moped through the little streets of the Old Town in Chiang Mai I was thinking that life was almost starting to feel a little bit normal. Or maybe not normal, but like a life I could get used to. We eat breakfast in our room or downstairs at our hotel, we hop on the bike and go somewhere to work, we grab lunch nearby somewhere, work some more, go home and rest a bit, find dinner, and hang out with friends.
Now don’t let me fool you, the past few days have been far from normal. They have rather been a whirlwind of looking at apartments, finding decent internet, and lots of sweating. But yesterday we signed a rental agreement, and today we purchased a month-long membership at a co-working space, so I can see the comforts of a routine forming.